Things have been a bit crazy around our house for the past couple of weeks. We've all been coming and going, but separately and to different places. Saturday night I found myself unexpectedly waiting at the Omaha airport for Daughter to arrive. (Weather delays resulted in her flying in to Omaha, 2.5 hours away.)
Those of you who know me will attest to the fact that I have NO sense of direction, so the fact that I even FOUND the Omaha airport (and at night, even!) was quite remarkable in itself. Even more impressive (HA!) was the fact that I located our portable Tom Tom and managed to plug in the address. So after driving to Chicago (and now Omaha) with the Tom Tom last week, I have bonded with the GPS lady. "Keep left. Keep keeping left."I love her. She knows that I need that level of reassurance.
At any rate, with help from the GPS lady, I arrived in Omaha an hour early for Daughter's 11:30 pm flight (which actually didn't arrive until 12:10 am) and promptly realized I had forgotten to bring a book or magazine or anything whatsoever to read. And at 11:30 pm, I assure you that there is nothing open at the Omaha airport. Except a coffee shop "staffed" (I use that word loosely) by a pointy-haired guy. After several trips around the airport corridors, the only things I could find to read were a visitor's guide (did you know that Omaha has at least five farmers' markets?) and a catalog about Omaha steaks.
I'm definitely not a steak person to begin with, but looking at all those slick pictures of meat certainly didn't convert me. YIKES. They do sell pet-sized portions. Maybe that would be a better deal for me.
So I moved on and found this sign. I don't know about you, but I pretty much always park on a surface of some sort. I generally don't HOVER in my car.
After getting a coffee from the point-haired guy, I sat down in the empty food court next to this large timepiece and noticed the text at the top. Sure, Omaha may not be the most exciting place on earth, but couldn't the marketing people have come up with something a little less apologetic to print on a cast-iron clock?
Not far from the clock I found this elaborate dispenser for -- you guessed it -- SPOONS! But not just ANY kind of spoons -- MULTI-PURPOSE SPOONS! Intrigued, I pushed the red lever and out came a regular, normal-looking plastic spoon. Not even a SPORK. Disappointment at the Omaha airport.
But at least it gave me something to do while Passing Time in Omaha.And it was well worth the time because I got to spend 2.5 hours chatting with Daughter all the way home.
Chatting so much, in fact, that I missed my exit. :)
7 comments:
OK, I'd like to know what the multiple purposes of that spoon might be. Then again, maybe I wouldn't. LOL I hear ya about the GPS though. I hate driving when I don't know where I'm going, and I HATE interstates. With the help of my Garmin, though, I made it all the way through Nashville at 5:00 on a Friday evening...the first time I had ever even driven in Nashville or any other big city, for that matter. Since then, Garmin & I have bonded as well! ;)
Oh that's FUNNY! I love your apologetic comment too!
Janet,
I'm so proud of you! Congrats on navigating to and from Chicago and Omaha. It was great seeing you at CHA, even if it was only for a minute.
Thanks for stopping by, guys!
Heather - GPS has given me hope! It's like I've been let out of a box!
Jill - Somehow I thought you'd enjoy these signs. Not as good as Houston signs but still...
Sabrina - It was great seeing YOU! I wish I had had more time but literally I was running from one thing to the next, not even time to eat! Hope you had a great and productive CHA!
Iwant to know where the GPS lady was that your missed your exit to Johnston. Or, were you being overly confident at that point.
haha Sharon, I think we shut her off at that point! Bad decision at 3am...which resulted in an extra 15 minutes to get home!
:-)
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